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I picked Micah up from school for speech therapy the other day, and stopped in the office to sign him out. The principal and the secretary were talking when I walked in and I didn't think anything of it, because that's what people do. But the principal looked at me and apologetically said, "we're talking doom and gloom. It's all skin cancer and the things we have to get burned off."

This is a topic that strikes fear into my heart. Just about all my grandparents have had some sort of cancer or another. (Each had their own variety, of course. I can't be narrowed down to worrying about just one or two types.) My grandmother has had skin cancer for many long years now and won't go out into the sun during the light of day if she can help it. When she does she wears something closely related to the sombrero, and long sleeved shirts tightly snapped at the wrist. So I jumped into this doom and gloom conversation right along with them.

ME: My grandmother had several spots removed over the years, and my mom just had a spot removed from her hand a few years back. This really scares me. I'm the one in the family who's never sun bathed, who stays far from tanning salons, and yet I fear I'll be the one who gets the skin cancer.

PRINCIPAL: I know what you mean. I try to wear sun protection when I'm out and a large brim hat but you just can't avoid the sun altogether.

(At this very moment - at the conclusion of that statement but before the next - someone else walked into the office.)

ME: I never wear protection, I just don't think about it. I know someday I'm gonna get something bad as a result.

And now I'm known as that kind of mom in the school. There are days that I should probably just keep my mouth shut.

I have such a bad case of "foot in mouth" disease that I'm pretty sure I've been "that" mom for years.

It's not so bad. You do get a lot of people offering to pray for you, and it certainly will give your hubby an ego boost when the other dads all start high-fiving him over the extremely progressive wife he has. :)

which kind of mom is that, the one who refuses to hide in the basement and decides to live? I am a hider. Only because I've had to have three biopsies so far on my over-baked lake skin. I wouldn't judge you by your comment, only envy your for your freedom.